Sunday, October 09, 2005

Rain Date


BC16. What do we mean when we say that God is all-present?

The rain is speaking with
the wind tonight.
Their observations fall
about today
although their colloquy is
eons old.
October Eighth, she says.
The wind replies,
Eight Forty-six P.M.
In Massachusetts,
she rolls her many silver
minute drops
and prays the future
pay her no attention.

~Son Rivers 2005

4 comments:

tuckabuick said...

Ah, you like poetry, huh?

Jim Ryals said...

Greg -

If you get a minute, I would appreciate it if you would comment on how you, apparently, are taking photographs and making them something . . . more. They are beautiful.

tif said...

wow

Greg said...

tuckabuick, yes i do.

jim, i'm just using a photo editor, and playing with saturation, hue, contrast, despeckle, and sharpen for the most part. It's a trial and error kind of thing though, experimenting until you see something work in a certain way.

i hope that meant you liked it, thisgirl